Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

Manager Lu felt a thump in his heart and quickly poked Wu Yanyi to signal him to stop talking.

It was a pity that Wu Yanyi relied on the fact that his father was Wu Chengsi, so he didn't pay attention to a little provincial governor at all, and knocked on the table at Fan Xin with his nostrils in the sky.

"Fan Xin, I know you defeated the cool official Qiu Shen in the court, but that's nothing."

"Qiu Shen is just a dog used by the Queen Mother to deal with the Li family. It is natural to get rid of it when it is no longer valuable."

"After all, the Tang Dynasty still belongs to our Wu family. Do you believe that my father's words can turn you from a governor to a commoner?"

Looking at the proud Wu Yanyi, Fan Xin put down his tea cup and stood up.

"I never look at anyone's face in my actions throughout my life."

"Don't say it's you today. Even if my father insults our soldiers, I will kill him without fail!"

"Come here, arrest him!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Huan and Li Lang shouted, stepped forward and held down Wu Yanyi's arm.

What Wu Yanyi said just now was so unpleasant that none of the guards could stand listening to it.

Fan Xin pulled out the golden dragon sword with a clang and walked towards Wu Yanyi, with a murderous look on his face.

"In the battle of Yingzhou, three thousand of our Tang Dynasty soldiers were killed. How can you, a playboy, humiliate you?"

"Remember, wash your mouth clean in the next life!"

After that, he raised the golden dragon sword and stabbed Wu Yanyi in the throat.

The sharp sword blade exuded a cold light under the sunlight.

Seeing that he was about to die by the sword, Wu Yanyi was so frightened that he directly peed into his crotch and shouted for help with a look of horror on his face.

He never dreamed that the little governor in front of him would kill someone with his sword at the slightest disagreement, completely ignoring his identity.

Seeing this, Manager Lu sighed secretly. Wu Yanyi's father was Wu Chengsi, the minister of the dynasty. If he died here, he would not be able to explain it to the court.

So he took a step forward and said to Fan Xin.

"Hold on, Governor Fan. Please listen to what the miscellaneous family has to say."

Fan Xin took back his sword, frowned and said, "Mr. Lu has something to say, but there's no harm in saying it."

He had seen this fat man when he was in Shangyang Palace. He seemed to be a popular person next to Empress Dowager Wu.

Manager Lu glanced at Wu Yanyi, who was lying on the ground, and said seriously.

"I don't know what Governor Fan is aware of. The imperial court's reward for Wu Shangshu is about to come down. If nothing happens, he will be promoted to King of Wei after the new year."

"And Wu Sansi has been canonized as King of Liang. At this juncture, if you kill the Third Young Master."

"How will you let the Queen Mother behave in the future? Is there still a place for you in the court?"

Manager Lu thought he spoke clearly enough. Fan Xin should know what to do whenever he cares about his future.

Zhang Huan and Li Lang also advised: "Chief Fan, Manager Lu is right. A small impatience will ruin a big plan. There is no need for you to offend Wu Shangshu because of your brothers."

"Yes, once the Queen Mother ascends the throne of the Tang Dynasty, her surname will naturally be Wu. It will do you no good to offend Wu Shangshu."

After hearing these words, Wu Yanyi, who was originally frightened, suddenly found that his confidence had returned.

Yes, his great-aunt was the first female emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and his father was the sixth minister of the dynasty and the future founding prince.

How could a mere fifth-grade governor dare to actually kill him?

After thinking about this, Wu Yanyi glared at Zhang Huan and Li Lang, stood up and said to Fan Xin.

"Fan Xin, no one in the Tang Dynasty dares to oppose our surname Wu. I advise you to be more knowledgeable, otherwise I will call you..."

A slap!

A cold light flashed, and a bloody severed arm fell to the ground.

"Ah! My arm!"

When everyone reacted, they saw Wu Yanyi lying on the ground covering his broken arm and wailing. Not far from him, a section of his arm was lying quietly.

"You!" Manager Lu pointed at Fan Xin with a livid face.

He didn't expect that Fan Xin would not save any face for him, and he was shocked and angry.

Zhang Huan and Li Lang did not expect that Governor Fan would cut off Wu Yanyi's arm in front of the messenger, and he was moved but worried for him at the same time.

Wu Chengsi was in power, and Fan Xin was just a local official. If he offended him, could he still gain a foothold in the officialdom?

Under the complicated gaze of everyone, Fan Xin walked up to Wu Yanyi and spoke condescendingly.

"I have said that I will never accept threats from anyone in my life. If you do this, it will be the same when your father comes."

"If I hear you say anything that insults the soldiers of the three armies again, I will not be able to save your life!"

"roll!"

"Hey, hey, get out of here, little man!" Wu Yanyi ignored the pain, got up from the ground and ran out, lest Fan Xin go crazy and give him another blow.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Manager Lu flicked his sleeves and robe and said with a cold face.

"President Fan, the Queen Mother is still waiting in Luoyang, it's time for us to set off."

After saying that, he led the people towards the door, determined to find a chance to give Fan Xin a pair of small shoes.

Looking at the backs of everyone leaving, Fan Xin shook his body and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and his whole face was horribly pale.

"Master, are you okay?" Liu Zi supported Fan Xin and asked worriedly.

"President Fan, how about you rest for a few days before going to Luoyang."

"You are still seriously injured and have forcibly cut off one of Wu Yanyi's arms, which has damaged his internal organs. I'm afraid you will run out of life if you don't survive in Luoyang. It's best to recuperate in Yingzhou for a few months." Xiao Jing said with a complicated expression.

Fan Xin glanced at everyone and shook his head and said: "We can't rest. Zhao Wenhui's surrender to the enemy must be explained to the court as soon as possible."

"I cannot allow three thousand soldiers who fought bloody battles to bear the reputation of surrendering to the enemy in vain."

"Sixth son, hitch up the carriage and let's hit the road."

Seeing that Fan Xin had made up his mind, everyone knew that further persuasion would be useless and had no choice but to set off for Luoyang.

There were two hundred majestic Qianniu Guards when they came, but when they returned there were only the soul-calling flags all over the sky.

After closing the curtain, Fan Xin sighed softly and leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes. Xi Langzhong sat aside and gave him acupuncture with a solemn expression.

Through Xi Langzhong's stern expression, Xiao Jing and others felt heavy in their hearts.

……

Luoyang, the main hall of Shangyang Palace.

Wu Zetian, wearing a cotton fur coat, stood with her hands behind her back, standing at the door of the hall looking at Kaikai Baixue outside.

It had been ten days since the messenger went to Yingzhou. If there was no news today, she could only order Wang Xiaojie to mobilize troops on the western front to attack the Khitans.

"The Queen Mother, since there has been no news for so long, Fan Xin must have defected to the Khitans."

"The old minister and several colleagues discussed it and asked the Tang army stationed in Dafeichuan to retreat six hundred miles, and Wang Xiaojie was fully responsible for conquering the Khitans."

"We must annihilate the two traitors Sun Wanzhan and Li Jinmie in the East Stone Canyon area before the end of the year." Wu Chengsi said with high spirits.

"I second the proposal!"

Wu Zetian looked at the ministers in the court and sighed even though she was unwilling to do so.

"That's all, now that you've made your decision, then..."

At this time, in the vast white snow, a guard with a red feather war flag on his back ran quickly towards Shangyang Palace.

Excited shouts echoed through the wind and snow in the main hall of Shangyang Palace.

"Quizhuang, good news, great news!"

"Yingzhou is guarding!"